Not like all
• Do not like all
Dutch photographer with Russian roots, Paul Prokopchik takes life Others.
Author's comment: "In Russia, people do not like it. They prefer an alternative lifestyle. Away from politics and society, movable only by materialism. As for me, may not be more positive story than the story of a free-thinking people who are on their own deny comfortable lifestyle and life-oriented passion for things, especially in the country, sandwiched between a society are under constant supervision, and capitalism .
Some of these people survive on the sale of illegal substances, not wanting to work in the office from 9 to 18, which is still not enough pay. Some share the work and life and refuse advertising, not to get involved in the corporate world. It's not a hippie 60s or even the Beat generation, despite the fact that some of them have inherited the spirit of Dean Moriarty in Kerouac's book, "The Road." This new generation, which is still looking for salvation from the shackles of our society. "
Anna Nebykova, one of the heroines of the photo project
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The flying the hell out of the world order, they want to remain neutral. This planet has got too many good intentions. It seems better now abandon any action. Revolution is impossible, we are too lazy. Thanks to Coke and marijuana.
In ancient times, people were divided as belonging to the genus and territories now - adherence to the ideas. The descendants of the tribe of many borrowed from their ancestors: hairstyle (dreadlocks, Iroquois), tattoos, piercing, natural materials, colors and patterns for belongings and ornaments (leather, suede, fur, bone, wood, feathers).
After all, we are dealing with the sect. Some call us hippies, someone - a hipster. Many labels. The word "esoteric", for example, has already become a dirty word, "shizoterikov" (schizoteric) in the tribe is also missing. Artists - all the time. Creators of "nothing." Stalkers nursed them through the ruins of the once real and serious world, paying a joke his greetings.
On the life in the city goes a lot of energy, not only physical, but also mental. It is unlikely that someone from the tribe you could see in the office. Is that before treatment. Then, where do they get the money? Here Babylon opens a space for imagination. Many, for example, sell themselves, others - drugs.
Living representatives of the tribe usually in rented apartments communes, dipped in the interiors of psychedelia, at least - in the abandoned houses.
to move tribesmen usually by road, once again slowly descend into the earth. Have you ever seen anything escalators and underground passages in rush hour? Biorobots crowd in black. So, it's not us. Have you seen the painted bicycle, scooter, motorcycle or maybe drivers ala "magic bus" minivans? Closer.
Half a lifetime "tribe" holds the road. The world is big. Meeting in traveling kind people who speak different languages, make new acquaintances, Tribe blurs the boundaries drawn by unknown people, it is not clear why. People with a bad sense of humor. Or those who have a lifetime to get up at 6 in the morning and loved to talk about the rules.
We understand that the world really is one. All borders - in their heads. While some prefer to travel at home, without leaving the couch, every day with a little help from my friends. This option, in case it was not possible to shift to Asia for the winter. The need for a minimum of comfort and helps things much traveling.
If given the case, we will not pretend ascetics and great pleasure to lie in the bath with candles and champagne and sandwiches with caviar
Our tribe bitty. Polar seemingly subculture vegans and meat-eaters ardent under one roof - a normal phenomenon. Although sometimes have difficulty understanding, but we learn. The main thing - mindfulness and respect. And yes, the glory, the Spiritual Prostitution!
Back to the roots, life in nature, cultivating their own food (because it is difficult to trust something in the supermarket) - ideas are in the air.
These people run / plan to escape from the gray dust-don't-breathe labyrinths of the city. Looking at his convoluted, covered with mold, moss and soot facades, breathing his foul odors, to mind, unfortunately, does not come nothing but the word "decomposition". Sores on the body of the planet. And people like a virus, which is determined to confirm that the experiment failed. But even the city is beautiful. Sometimes I want to push responsibility for your life on someone else. And just to be included in what is happening through observation.
With age, more and more delays in the role of old fart, fact. Fewer want to talk. Want to change the world, start with yourself. Plenty of room open. Development of the plot is limited only by the author's death. Well, or reincarnation in another plot. We are working on the character, trying to hide his long-prescribed role tasting sensations and emotions, growing, changing. We abide eternally in motion, dreaming of peace.